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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Names,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.