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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.