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 Antigua and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.