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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.