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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.