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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.