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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.