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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.