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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.