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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
MC5,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.