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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.