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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.