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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.