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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Can,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.