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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.