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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.