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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.