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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.