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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.