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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.