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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.