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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.