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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Can,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Visage,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.