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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.