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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.