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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.