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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.