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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Inner City,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.