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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.