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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.