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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.