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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.