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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.