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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.