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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.