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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Motorama,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.