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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Index,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.