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 Benin 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.