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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.