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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.