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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.