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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Tim Buckley 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.