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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
New Order,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.