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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.