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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.