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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.