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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.