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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.