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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.