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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Q65,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.