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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.