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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.