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 China and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.