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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.