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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.