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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.