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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Iggy Pop 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.