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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
PIL,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.