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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.