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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
MDC,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.