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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.