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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Roxette,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.