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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.