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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.