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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead C 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.