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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.