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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.