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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.