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 Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.