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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.