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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.