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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.