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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.