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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.