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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.