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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.