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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Can,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.