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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.