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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.