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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.