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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.