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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.