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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.