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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.