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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.