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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.