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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.