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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.