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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
ABC,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.