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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s 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 Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.