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 France and from Lille.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Smog,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.