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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.