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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.