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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Fear,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.