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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.