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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.