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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.