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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.