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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.