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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.