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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Index,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.