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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.