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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.