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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.