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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.