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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.