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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.