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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Index,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.