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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.