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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.