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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.