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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Can,
Mantronix,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
DNA,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
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.