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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.