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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.