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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.