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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.