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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.