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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.