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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.