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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Swans,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.