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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.