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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.