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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.