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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.