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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.