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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.