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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.