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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
UT,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.