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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.