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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.