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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.