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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.