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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.