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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.