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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.