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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.