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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.