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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
The Remains,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.