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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.