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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.