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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.