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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.