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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.