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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Brick to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.