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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.