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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Can,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.