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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.