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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.