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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.