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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.