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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.