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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.