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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Flipper,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.