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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.