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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.