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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Make Up,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.