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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.