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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.