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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.