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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.