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 Chad 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.