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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.