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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.