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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Q65,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.