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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.