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 Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
the Slits,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.