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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.