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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.