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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Human League,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.