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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.