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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.