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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.