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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.