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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.