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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Brick,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.