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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.