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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.