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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Wings,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.