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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gichy Dan 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.