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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Magma,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.