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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.