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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.