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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
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.