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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.