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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
CMW,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.