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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Wire,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.