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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Suicide,
June Days,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.