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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.