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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.