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 Niger and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Stooges 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Doors,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.