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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.