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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.