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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.