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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.