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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.