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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.