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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.