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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.