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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.