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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.