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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.