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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.