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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Franke,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.