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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.