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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.