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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.