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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.