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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Index,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.