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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.