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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Oneida,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.