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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.