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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.