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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.