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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.