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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.