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 France and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.