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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.