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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Can,
Supertramp,
Smog,
MC5,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.