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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.