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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.