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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.