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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Index,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.