Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.