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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.