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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.