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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.