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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.