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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.