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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.