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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.