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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.