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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.