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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.