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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.