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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.