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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Order 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Can,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Television,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.