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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.