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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.