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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.