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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Peter & Gordon 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.