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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.