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 Romania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
10cc,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.