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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.