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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.