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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.