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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.