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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.