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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
ABC,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Brick,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.