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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.