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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.