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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Gories,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.