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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Lower 48,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.