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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.