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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.