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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.