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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.