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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Interpol to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.