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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.