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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.