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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Smog,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.