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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.