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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.