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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Technova,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.