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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.