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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Copeland to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Wire,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.