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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.