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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.