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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.