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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 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 MDC to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.