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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.