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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.