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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.