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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.