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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 snare 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.