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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Monks,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.