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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.