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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Skarface,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.