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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.