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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Can,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.