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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Jandek,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.