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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
MDC,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.