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 India and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.