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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Franke,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.