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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.