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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.