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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.