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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.