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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.