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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.