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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.