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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.