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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.