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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.