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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.