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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.