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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.