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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.