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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.