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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.