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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Lyres,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.