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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.