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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.