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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.
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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.