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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.