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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.