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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Visage,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Technova,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.