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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.