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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.