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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.