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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.