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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.