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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Swans,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.