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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.