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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.