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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.