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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Slave,
ABC,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.