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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Japan,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.