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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.