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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.