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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.