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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.