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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.