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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.