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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.