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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.