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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.