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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Gong,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.