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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.