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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Technova,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Ludus,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Television,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.