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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Fatback Band 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.