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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.