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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.