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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.