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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.