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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.