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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.