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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The 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.