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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Visage,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.