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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.