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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.