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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.