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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.