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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
UT,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Index,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.