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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.