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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.