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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Names,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.