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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.