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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.