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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.