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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.