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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.