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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.