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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Make Up,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.