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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Franke,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.