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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.