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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.