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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mars,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
10cc,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
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.