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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.