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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.