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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Franke,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.