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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
X-101,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.