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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.