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 Nauru and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.