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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.