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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.