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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.