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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.