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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.