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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
CMW,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.