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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.