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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.