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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.