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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.