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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.