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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.