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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Television,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.