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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.