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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.