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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Television,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
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.