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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Heaven 17 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.