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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.