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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks 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?
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.