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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Can,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.