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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.