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 Malta 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.