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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.