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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Scion,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.