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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.