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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.