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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.