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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.