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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.