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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.