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 Cuba and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
MDC,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.