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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.