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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.