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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.