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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.