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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.