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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.