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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.