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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Rekid,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.