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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.