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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.