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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.