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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.