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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.