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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.