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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.