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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.