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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.