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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.