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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.