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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Can,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.