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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.