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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.