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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.