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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
UT,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.