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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.