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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.