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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Wake,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.