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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Visage,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.