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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
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.