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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.