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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.