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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.