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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
UT,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.