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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.