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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.