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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.