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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.