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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.