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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.