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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.