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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.