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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.