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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.