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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.