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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.