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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, 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.