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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.