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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.