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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.