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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.