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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Monks,
New Order,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Audionom,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.