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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Index,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Index,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.