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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.