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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.