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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.