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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.