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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.