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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.