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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.