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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.