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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.