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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.