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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.