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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.