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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.