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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.