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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.