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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.