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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.