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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.