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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.