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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
X-102,
Pole,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.