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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.