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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.