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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Excepter 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.