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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Litter,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.