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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.