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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.