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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.