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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.