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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.