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 Norway and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.