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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.