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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Q65,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.