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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.