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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.