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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.