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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.