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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.