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 Suriname and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Echospace,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.