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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Wire,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.