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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
ABC,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Kayak,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.