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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.