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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.