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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.