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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.