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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.