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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.