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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.