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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.