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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.