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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Suicide,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.