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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.