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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.