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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.