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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.