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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.