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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
The Move,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.