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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.