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 Lithuania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.