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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.