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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.