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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.