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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.