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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.