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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 808 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.