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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.