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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.